COMPOSER UNCOMPOSED

The only words that matter

are new.

They arrive in flares

on rushing breezes.

She snags them with a pen

at odd intervals in mid-stride.

Composed during conversations

she waits

with ink in her blood,

for moments alone,

to be bare

before blank pages.

- Judith Pordon
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 I started with all the handicaps, incapabilities and helplessness. I didn't talk when I was twenty. I taught myself by the act of writing. ~  Anais Nin